Initiation Memory

My plane is in the hangar with many other planes. I'm doing something to it, near the cockpit. I'm dressed in dark pants, a dark colored sweater, and a dark hat. I hear a couple of the guys approach (the pilots) including Lothar. I get this funny feeling that something is up.  It was generally on overcast and rainy days like this that the guys would become restless. We were not flying or doing any official duties, so unofficially activities would start to flare up. Someone, most likely Lothar, makes the comment that there is still one person left that has not been initiated with the new initiation. This is the person responsible for changing the old one and coming up with the new initiation.

I slowly turn around fully knowing who they meant with a smirk upon my face and ask, "Who might that be?" Someone else states the fact that I know who darn well. They slowly start to stroll out towards me spreading apart as to make a line of defense so that I can not get past them. I've been through these types of games before and they know I will run away if I can. I immediately jump down and duck under the body of the plane to discover that someone was already waiting for me on the other side! They try to catch me as I duck again under the right wing of the plane to elude capture from my companions.

The chase ensues around the hangar. There are three other planes that I dodge around and I slipped out of their grasp a couple of times. They shout commands at each other as they work to corner me. Unfortunately for me, their team work is pretty good and they corner me in a corner section of the hangar that has no door. It is darker there. They have me surrounded pretty good and are slowly closing in. The only chance I have is running through a weak spot. I doubt it will work, but it's worth the try. They catch me.

There are about eight pilots. They hold me and bring me over to the nearest plane. The bend me over the wing and extend my arms out and tie them down. They pull my trousers down. It is at this point that I get my turn at being initiated. I had been able to elude the situation for a couple of weeks, but they finally got me and took pleasure in each initiating me. I can't complain about this because it was my idea. And I had a rule if the captain can't take it, then no one has to take it. The initiation before involved being intimate with a sheep, which I couldn't stomach. Being intimate with a fellow pilot was much better.